"God damn it! What are they doing on the road?"
"God damn it! Get off the god damn road!"
The road is paved with asphalt with a yellow line down the middle. The road is big enough for any type of horse and wagon, any pedestrian or two automobiles going in opposite directions.
When did it become a place for only lavender low ride chevies, high roller red trucks and blue unseen sedans?
Why can't a human being just walk down the road without a loud horn blasting profanities into your ears and a wind of sandy dust being swirled into your eyes?
Even horses have a difficult time traveling down these roads. Where is the "Moving into the 24th Century" philosophy of taking care of all of our beings been put into place?  Where is the equality?
Why isn't the child with flowers placed properly on the gray highways or paths of gold?
Where is the wild and winding road of colorful pleasure?
Where is the chicken in every pot?
"God damn it! What are they doing on the road?"
"God damn it! Get off the god damn road!"
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Sunday morning, the grass is bright with morning dew. Reflections of sun and shadows sit quietly on the day. Activity has not become.... A quiet morning of reflection, the days thoughts are just now creeping into the shadows of our memory.
It is the sun day.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....

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